Chapter 81

Rodrigo's POV

When Marcello sent me that video of Isabella in the kitchen, a smile formed on my face. I just couldn't concentrate on anything as my mind slept drifting to her every now and then. She was really something else.

That woman was a temptress, no wonder that man Maxwell he to chase her down here, he was glad that I had already given Isabella my word that I wouldn't hurt him and I was going to keep to my word.

However, I just needed to return home at the moment, for some reason, I just wanted to see Isabella. She just kept invading my head and heart and I couldn't push her out, I needed to since I was not the sort of man who believed in love, I had not loved any woman except my mother, Grandmother, and some of my favorite relatives.

As I got to the house, Isabella was in the game room playing snooker, she was terrible at it, but I still could not help but stare at her as I stood at the doorstep.

"You are terrible at it"

When she heard my voice, she was forced to pause. The l